Hustler DNA Lyrics

Stopher I see you

Grip the mic and I do my shit again

And again and again

All the problems that seemed big

We seem to solve em like a maze

And I sure as hell don't wanna go bakk

You know this life full of phase

How you say that I'm lucky, lucky

Bet that man must be junkie

Must be high as fuck, high as fuck

I got this hustle in my blood

Flowing through my vein

In my DNA

I'm a champion, champion

I got the club going up

Got arenas blowing up

And the people show me love

Breath of fresh air, I never gave up

I be running these streets for real

Why you think they call me Don huh

And these days I set trends

For sure my money getting long

And you know what this shit mean

That I'm always gonna turn up

And the pretty ass girls wanna pose for a pic

Next thing they wanna show up at the crib

Start of 22, Southside I was up the creek

Down bad, this shit deeper than a dip

What the future hold you can't tell

Take the risk, might as well

I'm fully booked like a shelf

Hop out the fleet to the jet

Grip the mic and I do my shit again

And again and again

All the problems that seemed big

We seem to solve em like a maze

And I sure as hell don't wanna go bakk (no no no)

You know this life full of phase

How you say that I'm lucky, lucky

Bet that man must be junkie

Must be high as fuck, high as fuck

I got this hustle in my blood

This shit flowing in my veins, in my DNA

I'm a hustler, hustler

I got this hustle in my blood

This shit flowing through my veins, in my DNA

Through the soft and the hard I give thanks to Jah

He brought me this far

And I'm here now

Done the things I always wanna do

Done way more yet I'm not done

Wind and rain can't stop the flame that sparks the fire

So no matter how rigorous the journey be, make you no tire

All my brother's blowing up

And they share updates with boys

Cos they know how the thing dey go

If you go you sev you go know

E no easy

But regardless you gotta push

If it ain't end ain't happy, nobody wanna hear dat story dawg

Grip the mic and I do my shit again

And again, and again (ooh)

I was not deterred because fate awarded me a degree

B.A, begin again

Believing that behind every dark cloud, there's a silver lining

My son, Peredewari

Write this on the tablet of your heart

The man the world call lucky will tell you

That success comes not by wishing

But by hardwork bravely done

I wish you the best of luck as you sojourn on, on life's rough ways